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Your crisis is my alarm
Why Im like, Shh, stay calm
You fight shit I ride upon
My knife been drawn
3-6-5 light of dawn
Lit up rock you live under
Ass backwards motherfucker
Features like hot butter
Like your brothers your father
And your sisters your mother
Trend setter maximum
Third planet from the sun
Orbit my lungs
Bulldozin cul-de-sacs
Ground under over every act
Cut no slack, no slack
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No chance to throw, I rush the mound
Rage stormin off the chains
Remind me of rape house slave cock rings
Youre played out like talking
Your cadence is sloppy
Cant break me, I got me
Youre grave stink, Im lofty
Youre lady like loli
Pop tramp on that jigaboo
Goddamn, Im so sick of you
I despise that shit
What I would never align me with
Feel free to mime me but dont be saltine
When I call you a biter, bitch
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